Ode to the Christmas Tree
And now the page
has turned once again.
The calendar’s
colors glisten white and gold,
Replacing
Thanksgiving’s browns and amber
With December’s
barrenness and cold.
Amidst the hoary
and ashen landscape
Pointing
straightway to the skies,
Draping green
its mighty branches,
Alone this
ancient cedar decries
Its praise for
its own glorious Creator
Who gave it
depth and richly glow.
It stands as a
noble emerald arbor
Heralding
shelter ‘neath its stately bow.
Yet, it bends
and falls to dogged teeth
Whose bite parts
trunk and earth.
Now this evergreen
moves fast-bound and wounded
Unknowingly
destined to an end of joy and mirth.
Where once its
bristles were lovingly adorned
By glistening
raindrop and snow,
Its fragrant
bows are now nestled and topped
By garland,
ornaments and candles’ glow.
Though bedecked
in light of various hues
And draped in
spheres and bells,
This mighty
cedar of the forest glen still
Perseveres, its core
and vital message to tell
Of the Creator to
Whom it others steers
Each day and
night without reservation,
Whose love was
so great for the creature, man,
That He became
him to make his propitiation.
As the tree unwittingly
gives its life
For a few weeks
an object of holy celebration,
So the Creator’s
Son voluntarily became
Mankind’s
sacrifice, a gift of Divine reconciliation.
When now we
stand before the tree of lights
We carefully erect
in living room or hall,
Let its lights
remind us of Him who illumines our hearts
And its peak
point us to His love which surpasses all.